Somewhere distant in the tangle of machines, a soft series of beeps interrupts a thought process.
The intruder alert isn't often tripped. The Batman has an obnoxious tendency to cut holes through his security during the rare times he's found out--more often than not, it's a stray animal or gangster. Something simple, something a hired hand could easily take care of with a prod--
--and then Riddler recalls, ah, tonight he's alone.
He turns from one screen to another and just catches a glimpse of something. Glinting eyes completely un-Batlike, unaffiliated clothing, and then it's gone.
Damaged cameras, someone knows what they're doing. He's on his feet with his cane clenched tight in both hands before an explosion of noise smothers the beeping of the alert, the hum of his computers. He remembers himself enough to slam a hand on the keys and sending electricity through specific, nigh-invisible squares on the floor, and then he follows where the sound came from.
"And what do we have here," he icily asks the wildly-moving shape in the shadows.
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Date: 2018-03-14 04:59 am (UTC)The intruder alert isn't often tripped. The Batman has an obnoxious tendency to cut holes through his security during the rare times he's found out--more often than not, it's a stray animal or gangster. Something simple, something a hired hand could easily take care of with a prod--
--and then Riddler recalls, ah, tonight he's alone.
He turns from one screen to another and just catches a glimpse of something. Glinting eyes completely un-Batlike, unaffiliated clothing, and then it's gone.
Damaged cameras, someone knows what they're doing. He's on his feet with his cane clenched tight in both hands before an explosion of noise smothers the beeping of the alert, the hum of his computers. He remembers himself enough to slam a hand on the keys and sending electricity through specific, nigh-invisible squares on the floor, and then he follows where the sound came from.
"And what do we have here," he icily asks the wildly-moving shape in the shadows.